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I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling fantasy author Morgan Rice comes a new series for middle grade readers—and adults, too! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!In THE ORB OF KANDRA: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK TWO), 11 year old Oliver Blue is back in the present day, racing to save Armando before his destined moment to die.But when Oliver learns that the sacred Orb of Kandra has been stolen, he knows it is up to him—and him alone—to save the school. And the only way is to travel back in time, to the England of 1690s, and to save one very important person: Sir Isaac Newton.The Obsidian School, meanwhile, has powerful seers of its own, and all are bent on Oliver’s destruction. And when they enlist and transform Oliver’s bully brother, Chris, it may just mean a fight to the death.An uplifting fantasy, THE ORB OF KANDRA is book #2 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a series of shocking twists. It will make you fall in love with Oliver Blue, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #3 in the series (THE OBSIDIANS) is now also available!“The beginnings of something remarkable are there.” --San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

My name is Arthur, Atlantic City’s number one pauper and absolute peerless coward.
On the outside, I roar with sheer arrogance: "The debt collector has returned from Hell!"
On the inside, I’m sobbing hysterically: "Mommy, save me! I really don‘t want to act tough!"
My name is Arthur, a complete coward whose hands shake even when trying to kill a chicken.
That was, until I was bound to a completely unhinged [Absolute Bully System].
[Ding! Novice Bully Quest: Crash the Mafia banquet and splash red wine on the face of the corporate heiress!]
[Ding! Advanced Quest: Steal the Underground Godfather's wife!]
[Ding! Ultimate Quest: Walk right up to the Underground Godfather and slap him mercilessly across the face!]
"Screw you! I don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, and you want me to beat up the Emperor of the Underworld? No way! I'd rather starve to death than dig my own grave!"
[Ding! Host's refusal detected. Punishment impending: Serial sphincter rupture resulting in explosive public diarrhea, accompanied by penile retraction into the abdomen, and the reverse fracturing of all 206 bones. It will take seven days and seven nights for you to finally die! Countdown: 3 seconds.]
"... System Daddy, I was wrong."
To avoid dying of explosive diarrhea, I had no choice but to let the System control my body, kick the doors open, heft a Gatling gun, and laugh maniacally: "So you're supposed to be the Underground Emperor?!"
But deep down in my heart, I was wailing uncontrollably: "Mommy, save me! I really don't want to act tough anymore!"

Just before my wedding, my fate mate, my Alpha fiancé, Micheal, stripped me of my wedding dress—our wedding dress—and handed it to his mistress, Becky Porter.
Not only that, but he locked me in the dressing room like some rabid wolf he needed to contain.
"Becky has a terminal illness.She just wants to experience being a bride before she dies."
I lunged forward, my wolf howling inside me. Alpha's strength pressed against mine, his dominance forcing my muscles to lock. My claws twitched, itching to break free.
"You bastard!" I snarled, my breath ragged.
Micheal barely blinked. Instead, he let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head .
"She’s dying, and you can’t even show a little compassion?" His tone dripped with disappointment, as if I were the villain here. "You’re only losing a wedding, but Becky… Becky is losing her dreams and her life."

Last life, my girlfriend was trapped in a fire. I ran in, took the burns, and dragged her out alive.
When she woke up, she pointed at me first: “He’s the arsonist.”

Only later did I learn the truth—she’d been sleeping with her boss. They set the fire for an insurance payout and pinned everything on me.
Police investigations, the company cutting ties, the media turning me into a monster—I couldn’t prove a thing. I died in the rain, discarded like trash.

This time, I didn’t expose them. I didn’t call the cops.
On the night of the fire, I left early—then staged a robbery and walked myself into a police station, building the cleanest alibi possible.

They lit the match on schedule, trapped themselves, and waited for me to charge in.
As the flames grew and I never showed, she called—furious—demanding I come now.

I glanced at the officer taking my statement and said into the phone, calmly:
“Sorry. I can’t leave right now.”

At the Jones family’s political marriage gala, the New York mafia’s most public “celebration”, I, Isabella Rossi, who was a bargaining chip, had been Donovan Jones’s wife for five years.
He was the world’s top perfumer, the kind of man who could coax a scent from his fingertips that made people go mad-and yet, to him, I was a flower with no fragrance at all.
Five years of this marriage, and he had never touched me. The villa’s master bedroom was always his alone, while I was nothing but the “Mrs. Jones” in name-a decorative prop trapped in a luxury cage, so insignificant that even the servants dared to look down on me in secret.
When both sets of parents pressured us for a baby, he wrapped an arm around a famous model and sneered,
“A woman raised off a template like you is only good for taking care of a kid, not for sleeping with.”
He left me behind in the bridal suite-with his younger brother.
Then he took his new fling out street-racing.
That same night, a video of him and the model hooking up in a car shot straight to the top of the entertainment headlines.
And I became New York media’s favorite punchline: the “DISCARDED TROPHY WIFE.”
Just when everyone thought I’d spend the night alone, guarding an empty bed,
I crooked a finger at that eight-pack, absurdly good-looking brother-in-law of mine.
Donovan, you’re right-I am pretty suited to “taking care of a kid.”
Just not a baby. A 6'2", baby-faced college boy.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

In his previous life, Evan risked his life to protect his fiancée and brothers in the apocalypse, only to be pushed off the fortress and fed to zombies. She thought she had obtained the address of the supply warehouse, but he had already been watching her affair with her lover on surveillance cameras.

Thinking she had his Noah's Ark, she was thrown into an empty warehouse on the day the virus broke out, and then sold as a bargaining chip by the mob.

When the zombie horde surged in, his former "white moonlight" and "true love" knelt before the fortress gate, begging him to open it.

Evan coldly uttered: "This time, it's your turn to taste despair."

BLURB

My breath hitched, my chest heaving as Salvatore's finger thrust into my pussy. I clenched my teeth, my fingers squeezing the bedsheets as I shamelessly parted my legs even wider.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was a low growl.

“No,” I breathed. “Faster…please,” I moaned loudly.

I knew Salvatore's and my attraction to each other was forbidden; he was the heir to a wealthy family, and I was just a maid in his house. But I have had an attraction to him since I met him and couldn't control it.

We both couldn't.


Lyra Whitman is from a poor home and has faced constant bullying in school. She and her mother finally moved away to a new city, where they her mother works as a maid for the Sinclair's, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the county.

Lyra cannot help but fall for their son, and she is surprised to see that he feels the same. Knowing the dangers of being together due to their different backgrounds, they are forced to navigate their relationship in secret.

In my last life, for the spy I executed, she framed me for treason and injected me with the zombie virus herself.

I died in a dungeon—by the hand of the one I trusted most.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back before it all began.

This time I didn’t interfere. I watched coldly as she got scratched, handed the only dose of serum to the spy, and as the gates swung open and he finally showed his true face.

At last she believed me, kneeling in the dirt, begging for forgiveness.

I looked into her eyes as they clouded over. “I warned you in my last life. You didn’t believe me.”

This life, every blade she wanted for me—lands on her instead.

To save my terminally ill wife and daughter, I drained half my wolf blood and tore out my own right fang.
Stripped of my source power, I became a worthless wolf despised by the entire clan.
My wife cast me out of the den, pinching her nose at the stench of rot on me; my daughter threw stones at me, cursing me with hatred as a blind, useless failure.
Together, they set their eyes on another young, strong Alpha. They let him trample my dignity in public, and finally had me brutally slaughtered on the frozen wasteland.
But they never knew, the reason that man could make their souls submit and fall for him was that his veins ran entirely with my heart's blood.
Only when I was reduced to a boneless husk of a wolf did my wife go mad, clawing her own gland raw, weeping and begging me to leave her one last mark.

Not long after I transferred to this school, I became the bullies’ favorite target.
They didn’t like how quiet I was or how pale I looked, so they casually slapped me with a nickname: “vampire.”
It started with shoves in the hallway and jeers in the classroom, escalated to messing with my drink, then stuffing trash into my locker.
They treated my silence as permission and wrapped every provocation in the same excuse: “Just a joke.”
Until that night, when humiliation wasn’t enough. They lured me into a tiny storage room behind the auditorium—locked the door, killed the lights, set up a fixed camera—ready to strap me to a chair and film an “execution” video that would make sure I could never hold my head up at this school again.
What they didn’t know was that the nickname wasn’t a joke. It was the one time they got the truth right.
I really am a vampire.

Exiled to the wasteland by wife and children? No problem, I'll open an arms factory there.
Everything stolen by a rival? No worries, his technology is garbage I discarded seven years ago.
My ex-wife throws me a repairman's business card and demands my knees? Fine, see you at the military academy ceremony tomorrow.
Her son, dressed in his rival's "super armor," goes around showing off, only to be exposed in public by my ten-year-old son: "With a 0.7-second delay, an S-class mutant could kill you three times."
My rival brings his private army to capture me?
My wife leads a regular army, smashing the dome and descending from the sky: "Try touching my husband!"
My rival, cornered, releases the Abyss Mother Beast?
I pilot Zero Mech, one-shotting her.
My ex-wife kneels in the ruins, crying. I don't even glance at her.
Betrayed me? You don't deserve it.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

Three years ago, I took an undercover job: pose as a bottom-tier janitor and infiltrate a crime syndicate.

But I didn’t fit. My posture, my stride, the way I watched people—none of it looked like a janitor.

So command made the call: hypnotize me, seal my memories, erase who I was. In three months, someone would come wake me up.

They never did. My handler died, the line went dark, and I stayed buried.

I lost myself and spent three years scrubbing this place from the bottom—where anyone could kick me, spit at me, call me useless.

Until today. A stranger, drenched in blood, was dragged into the hall. He lunged close and whispered one sentence into my ear.

It was the trigger phrase.

The lock in my head snapped open. My name is Jack Reynolds—ex–Marine operative—sent here to bring down the Grey Wolf Alliance.

And everyone who spent three years stepping on my neck is about to learn what that means.

For five years, my marriage was nothing but a lie, a perfect show Aiden staged for the entire family.
I loved him for more than a decade. And for his lover, he threw our five-year-old daughter, Chloe, into the basement to be fed to his Dobermans.
All because Chloe accidentally shattered an antique crystal cup, a so-called love token between Aiden and his precious Sophia.
I dropped to my knees and begged. He looked at me like I was nothing and said Family rules matter more than blood.
When I carried my daughter’s mutilated body out of that basement, fireworks were exploding on the rooftop above, celebrating his grand confession of love to Sophia.
He froze my accounts. And on the day of Chloe’s funeral, he took her to a concert.
I was holding my daughter’s ashes, trapped, desperate, with nowhere left to go when a message from an unknown number appeared. A car was waiting at the side gate. It was Daniel, my childhood friend.
Only after I disappeared with my daughter’s ashes did Aiden finally realize the truth—that the “sweet, innocent” Sophia was the real killer of his own child.

I’m just a blind woman whose sight was stolen by the mist.

And yet, for his ambition to become the Alpha King, I begged my brother Mason to venture deep into the forest and bring back the Moon Goddess’s Mark.

On Christmas, I carried that Mark in one hand and my pregnancy report in the other, my heart practically bursting with joy.

Then I caught my husband tangled up with Rory—the Omega who stayed by my side every day.

What shattered me most was this: my son’s death was never a surgical accident.

It was Andrew who wanted to give the heart of my son, Ethan, to Rory, who was sick with heart disease. He lied and told me those papers were for Ethan’s treatment, and tricked me into signing my name.

He mocked me, saying a blind woman couldn’t survive without him. But he didn’t understand what a mother’s resolve looks like.

I called my ex-fiancé, the strongest Alpha—Henry—the man I betrayed, the man who still waited for me. He became my only salvation. The Moon Goddess’s Mark I never go

What are you supposed to do when you find your Alpha mate and he is much older than you and already has a fiancé?
What would you do when you find out he is trying to juggle both of you?
When you confront him at a fancy upscale restaurant in the city, and meet your hot new neighbors that just happen to be the rival hockey team captains and twins. After that, the hot twins transfer to your college while one has decided to try to bully you. The other asked you to pretend to be his new girlfriend so he can dump his latest girlfriend and help you get rid of your pestering ex.
He thinks it's a win/win. A total no-brainer. However, things quickly take a turn and get extremely complicated.

My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. I am the black sheep of my family. I have had enough of their mistreatment of me for no reason.
I am tired of begging for love and answers. I am fed up and I am not taking it anymore. I am tired of my sister and cousin trying to steal my identity and my life as well as use me to be their scapegoat.
I just want to get away from my toxic family before they cost me my freedom and my sanity. I have been lucky so far, but I know it won't last forever.

In a world overrun by zombies, survivors built a fortress—and my fiancée and I joined its action unit.
To help her secure her position, I turned down leadership’s offer to run my own squad and stayed by her side as the “invisible” second-in-command.

For a full year, I made the tactics, wrote the contingencies, and cleaned up every mission.
She took my plans as her own credit—and let the team treat me like dead weight.

Then, on one operation, she ignored my orders and changed the plan on the fly. Disaster followed.
In the debrief, she blamed everything on me in front of everyone.

I resigned on the spot.

Not long after, I took command of a new squad—and delivered the cleanest record in the entire base.
Her unit couldn’t even finish routine recovery runs.

Until a mandated joint op put our teams at the same rally point—
and she finally realized the “legendary captain” was me.

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

I’m a convenience store owner.

When the acid rain apocalypse hit, it ate through metal, wrecked power, and turned clean food and water into currency.

Last time, I made one mistake: I opened my door to my ex, Claire Voss, and her lover, Derek Hale. They didn’t come for shelter—they came for my stash. The blade in my abdomen taught me what mercy buys in a broken world. I killed them, but as my vision faded, the radio crackled with one final update: the disaster was ending.

Day thirty. I didn’t live to see morning.

Then I woke up—one week before it began.

This time I do only one thing: lock myself in my underground storage room with exactly thirty days of food and water, and wait for the rain to stop.

But Claire is hoarding again, louder than ever—embezzling money, emptying my shelves, trying to starve me in the first week so I’ll crawl back begging.

That’s when it hits me:

She thinks the apocalypse lasts forever.

She has no idea it only lasts thirty days.

Betrayed by my father and stepsister, I was forced into a one-night stand with Charles Windsor. Humiliated and alone, I fled—only to discover I was pregnant with his triplets.
Six years later, I return as a celebrated designer, determined to reclaim what was stolen from me. Charles, blinded by lies, sees me as his enemy.
When the truth finally comes out, he begs for forgiveness—but I turn him away.
Little did I know, our three children would become his greatest allies in winning back my heart…

The night I clawed my way back from hell, my family was throwing a party.
The sister I nearly died saving wore my favorite dress and clung to my childhood sweetheart.
My own parents called me a disgrace and shut the door in my face…

I watched my fiancé put a bullet through my parents' heads before he blew my brains out—so why am I staring at my own funeral on the car radio?

"Splash!" The icy water woke me up to a nightmare. I had been tied to a chair in a godforsaken warehouse for three days without food or water.

Standing before me was Kurt, the man I was supposed to marry, and clinging to his arm was Vera, my best friend of seven years. They didn't just kidnap me; they drained my billionaire empire dry.

"Let's just kill her and get it over with!" Vera pouted, playing with my fiancé's chest.

I refused to beg. I promised them the Vaughn family would skin them alive. But Kurt just laughed, snapping his fingers. Thugs dragged my parents in and threw them to the blood-soaked floor. Before I could even scream, Kurt pulled the trigger. Two bullets. Two dead bodies.

"NO!!!" I thrashed against the ropes, tearing my skin to the bone. Kurt just smiled, pointed the gun at my forehead, and whispered, "I never loved you."

Boom. A gaping red hole in my head. Darkness.

But then… I jerked awake.

I wasn't in hell. I was in the passenger seat of a moving car, looking into a rearview mirror at a face that wasn't mine. Black hair, striking green eyes.

"Have you gone deaf, you stupid country bumpkin?!" my new "step-sister" screeched from the driver's seat. "You're marrying into the Graves family today as a substitute! You're marrying the paralyzed vegetable, Lucian Graves!"

My heart stopped. Lucian Graves? My biggest, most ruthless rival in the business world?

The radio crackled: "Breaking News: Heiress Elara Vaughn and her parents found brutally murdered..."

I touched my new face as a vicious, bloodthirsty smile spread across my lips. Kurt. Vera. You thought you killed the Queen. But I've just been reborn.

And my new, comatose husband is going to help me destroy you.

I’m Olivia. My dad sold me to the wealthy Howard family for money—my groom didn’t even show up at our wedding; all I got was a phone call.
Then I was drugged and ended up sleeping with a stranger… who turned out to be Matthew Howard, my “ugly, impotent” husband!
Now I’m fighting back against my terrible family and the Howards’ arrogance.
Curious how this messy marriage unfolds?

The night I caught my boyfriend with another woman, I didn’t cry—I got drunk.
Whiskey burned down my throat… and then I saw him.
Broad shoulders in a tailored suit, dangerous calm in his eyes.
Sin wrapped in silk.
I swayed over, heat in my veins. “Do you take clients?”
His lips curved. “I know you.”
Cigar smoke and cologne surrounded me as I slid onto his lap.
My fingers traced his jaw, brushed the cold steel at his waist.
He pulled me closer—solid, unyielding.
His mouth crashed onto mine—hot, deep, claiming.
Every kiss stole my breath, every touch made me arch into him.
By the time he carried me out, I was dizzy, aching for more.
In his bed, he was fire and control—pushing me to the edge, breaking me apart, again and again.
I woke tangled in his sheets, skin marked by his possession.
I ran before dawn, thinking it was just revenge.
But one night with him had already sealed my fate—
because the man who made me burn was far more dangerous than I imagined.

I died in Vincent Corleone’s arms—the ruthless mafia don—watching him break down before taking his own life to follow me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three years earlier, on the day I was sent to him as a pawn.
He lounged by the window, two buttons of his black shirt undone, cigar in hand. His gaze swept over me.
“I hear you can cure my insomnia?”
I stepped closer, letting my skirt brush his knee, my fingers tracing his open collar.
“Not just that,” I murmured. “I can make you let go of every defense… and never want to leave my bed.”
His eyes darkened. He pulled me hard against him, cedar and whiskey wrapping around me.
“Ambitious,” he said, his lips hovering near mine.
“Let’s see if you’ll use your mouth… or your body.”

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University.
No drama. No distractions. And absolutely no hockey players.

She breaks all three before October ends when a journalism assignment lands her in Declan Mercer's orbit starting center, infuriatingly perceptive, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him.

Zara tells herself it's professional. She's documenting the ice conflict between two programs sharing one rink. She's not falling for the guy who shows up at six AM with terrible coffee and the unsettling habit of telling her the truth.

She's definitely not thinking about the jump.

The quad Lutz she hasn't fully landed in two years. The fall that broke her wrist and quietly broke something else. The confidence she rebuilt around a gap she keeps pretending isn't there.

But when a journalism assignment becomes something larger, a testimony, an investigation, a story that reaches backward through thirty-three years and fifteen countries. Zara discovers that the thing she thought was a skating problem was never really about skating.

It was about learning who built the walls around the thing that was hers.

And deciding to tear them down anyway.

This story is a young adult sport romance about the cost of excellence, the courage of going first, and what it means to fight for the thing that was yours before anyone decided it was worth something.

The ice was hers first.

She just had to remember that.

The moment I caught my husband cheating, I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just calmly hid divorce papers inside a fake contract and tricked him into signing. Thirty days from now, he'll lose me.
I walked straight into a new job, working as assistant to a man known for his cold, untouchable demeanor. Every time my ex tries to drag me back, my new boss steps in front of me, looking at me like he's seeing something I don't even see in myself.
"You've never truly loved anyone," he told me.
I wanted to argue. But nothing came out.
Because suddenly, I don't know anymore. What I felt for my husband—was it love, or just habit? And what I feel for this man standing between me and my past… what is that?

"You say it's not possible to have feelings for me before the wedding," Zephyr said again, his voice roughening, "yet your body language always seems to say the opposite when I'm close."
He reached out slowly, picking a strand of golden hair and toying with it.
"Like now," He continued seductively, tucking the hair in its rightful place before deliberately letting his fingers brush against the back of my ear.
I took in a shuddering breath at the contact, my gaze dropping to his lips before darting away shyly.

Zephyr tipped my chin up, making me look into his eyes.
"You're always so quick to run your mouth," he scolded, teasing me by slowly running his thumb over my bottom lip. "But right now you're quiet. Why is that, Wildflower, mmm?"
"Stay back, Zeph." I said weakly, his name coming out in a whisper.
My eyes drifted to his lips again.
"I don't think you want me to," he said, lowering downward till his lips were close to my ear. "Why… so… quiet. Mm?"

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Sold into a forced marriage with Zephyrus Wrath, a ruthless, impossibly powerful Alpha Lycan, Lyla Gray becomes a pawn in a tradition she doesn’t understand and refuses to accept.
She is the one woman who won’t submit even when trapped in a world where mates are worshipped and claimed without question.

Zephyrus never wanted a wife. He never needed one.
But from the moment the stubborn, defiant Lyla steps into his domain, she becomes an obsession he cannot control... and a weakness his enemies are quick to notice.

FIfteen years after the suicide of two of his friends, Ezra King returns to the prestigious University of St. Cyr, this time as a teacher. Following on the footsteps of his former mentor Darren Whitford, he reopens the elitist study group specialising in Chaos Alchemy, guiding his students in the pursuit of results that will make life easier for all the Nonpareil. When those connected to the prior group, of which Ezra was a part of, start showing up dead, his own demons resurface, and the ghosts lying dormant in St. Cyr threaten to rise from their graves...

This book contains mention of violence, eugenics, rape, and explicit sex scenes.

18

Some attachments are complicated
This one might be dangerously so.


Lawrence Moore is a tyrant in a tailored suit, a billionaire tech genius whose perfectionism and ruthlessness turn Scarlett's life upside down at the office.
But what happens when the arrogant, irresistibly gorgeous CEO starts craving the one woman he loves to torment?
What happens when she becomes the one distraction he can't ignore... and the one attachment he never meant to make?

In this steamy, slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance, will Scarlett survive the boss from hell... or surrender to the ruthless passion he can no longer deny?

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

I saved my husband's life with my left hand—now it's permanently damaged. For five years, he's given me everything except love. Tonight I caught him pleasuring himself to his ex-girlfriend's photo. I'm done being the grateful cripple wife. Time to disappear.

Aria has always been the invisible girl—unwanted, unloved, and constantly overshadowed by her perfect sister. But when she meets them, everything changes.

Matteo, Enzo, and Dante Moretti are rich, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. They watch her like they own her. They touch her like they can’t help themselves. And when they decide they want her, they don’t take no for an answer.

She knows it’s wrong. They’re technically her step-uncles. They’re rumored to be criminals. And they play a little too rough. But when she’s in their arms, when they whisper filthy things in her ear and make her beg for more… nothing else matters.

But loving them comes with a price. Secrets from her past threaten to destroy her, and enemies of the Moretti’s are ready to use her as a weapon. Aria is trapped between danger and desire, but there’s one thing she knows for sure—she was never meant to survive them.

She was meant to be theirs.

For eighteen years, Aveline Carter has lived in the shadows, forgotten by a mother who only seems to see her identical twin brother, Asher Carter, whose heart disease demands constant care. She resents him until the night she finds him lying unconscious on his bedroom floor.
At the hospital, Asher falls into a coma. His scans reveal bruises, internal bleeding and signs of prolonged physical abuse. Broken and furious, Aveline vows to expose the cruelty hidden behind the prestige of Crestwood Academy.
Cutting off her hair and disguising herself as her brother, Aveline infiltrates Crestwood Academy and fights her way onto the hockey team determined to unmask those responsible. Revenge should have been simple until she meets Kieran Hampton, the team’s arrogant and sharp-eyed star player. From their first clash, tension ignites. Aveline is certain he’s guilty and has no problem making his life miserable, but their undeniable chemistry only draws them closer with every confrontation.

While Aveline focuses on the wrong target, the real threat stands closer.

Cassian Thorne seems strange at first, his interest in her uncomfortably personal yet he gradually becomes her friend. Meanwhile, Kieran despite believing Aveline is male finds himself drawn to “him” in ways he can’t understand. When he uncovers her true identity, he chooses to protect her at all costs even as she refuses to trust him.
Revenge turns to grief when Asher dies, leaving Aveline drowning in guilt for falling for her brother’s supposed tormentor. Questions remain unanswered, and the truth is far darker than she imagined because Asher Carter was never just a victim. The bullying wasn’t just random.
As secrets unravel and loyalties shatter, Aveline must face one devastating question: what happens when the brother you were ready to destroy the world for isn’t who you thought he was?

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

This wasn’t just a love story—it was a war. A battle of control and surrender, of pleasure tangled with power, of a hunger that burned hotter than hate.

Draven Nightbourne didn’t take Reyna for her blood. He didn’t steal her away for power or revenge. He took her because he had to—because fate had bound them together long before she ever knew his name. A prophecy warned that if he failed to protect her, she would be his downfall. But with every whispered command, every slow, torturous test of her submission, he wondered—was she here to destroy him, or to make him kneel?

Reyna swore she would never yield to him. She fought him at every turn, even as her body betrayed her, even as the lines between fear and desire, pain and pleasure blurred into something darkly addictive. Draven never forced—he controlled, breaking her down with silk and steel, binding her in ways that had nothing to do with chains.

She was his captive, his obsession, his mate.

And when his hands pinned her in place, when his mouth brushed the pulse at her throat, when he whispered “mine” like a vow—

She knew she already was.

He is the devil king and she is just an ordinary witch, he is feared and respected by everyone and she is loved and adored by everyone. People remember him for his unmerciful punishments and the chilling wars he fought. She is remembered for her kindness and good deeds. They are so different in everything, from the species to the food they eat then how are they connected?
Are they mates? But he already has a mate.
Meet Aiza Elsie Cromwell and Quentin Roux Adler

Aiza is a 20-year-old beautiful and charismatic witch who lives with her parents, grandmother, and siblings. She is very empathetic and kind, as a witch she has the powers to heal people. Cromwells are the only ones who are blessed with healing powers which they got from their ancestors. Aiza loves to teach the village children about the powers and everything which a human being in case a witch should know. Everyone in the village refers to Aiza as a goody-two-shoes but no one knows the secret she is hiding from everyone.
Quentin Roux Adler rules the earth and hell because he is the devil of hell and king of earth and he is called devil king. Pandora is the kingdom which he rules, small villages are scattered around his kingdom. He may be the devil but he knows how to rule a kingdom and his people. He is many years old and no one knows his exact age and no one dares to ask him that. He goes by his rules and wants his people to do the same. If someone dares to disobey his rules then that person could be thrown into the deepest pits of hell.
How do a devil king and a witch meet? What is their connection?

Alexander Lucas is a flirty billionaire who doesn’t believe in love or marriage. But when his father threatens to give his inheritance to his stepbrother unless he gets married, Alex is forced to find a temporary bride.
Monalisa Jacobs, a brave young woman who hates the rich, agrees to a contract marriage to save her sick mother.
They were never supposed to fall in love.
But two weeks before the contract ends, Monalisa drops a shocking confession.
“I’m pregnant with your child."

Her mate chose her sister.
Her family chose lies.
Her Alpha chose exile.

Novalyn lost everything the night betrayal carved her out of the only life she’d ever known. Now, she lives in solitude, pouring her rare healing gift into the animals on her farm, far from the cruelty of packs and mates.

But fate isn’t finished with her.

Lazarus, the feared young Alpha, crashes into her world, dangerous, tattooed, and relentless. He’s nothing like the mate who broke her, and yet the bond that sparks between them threatens to undo all the walls she’s built.

Desire pulls them together.
Their attraction is instant. Their passion, explosive. But desire isn’t enough when enemies close in, lies resurface, and the past threatens to shatter them both. Secrets drive them apart. And when her past returns with blood on its hands, Novalyn must decide: trust the bond, or be destroyed by it.

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He was supposed to be a distraction.
A gorgeous, broke model I could keep until my heart stopped aching from my husband’s betrayal.
I paid for his time. I set the rules. I thought I was in control.
But the man in my bed wasn’t who he said he was.
Behind the perfect smile and sinful body was a billionaire hiding from his own enemies.
Now he’s tangled in my life, in my bed, and in my heart—
and walking away might be more dangerous than staying.

Enya has lost her husband and family in a day, she was happy in her life surrounded by people she loves and she thought they loved her back but the reality slapped hard on her face showing her how dumb and blind she is. Enya never thought that she will lose everything in her life and will be alone sitting in a park without any home to return.

On the other side of the world, Jeon is surrounded by everyone including beautiful girls, alcohol and tasty food but still, he feels alone. He doesn't know the longing and the loneliness he is feeling right now and when he sees people around him with their partners being in love, admiration shining through their eyes for each other. Maybe he is longing for admiration and love!? But he never experienced anything like that with anyone, not even with the girls he tried to date.

Enya and Jeon are longing for something very beautiful and scarce to find. Enya thought she got that scarce love and relationship but now she feels that she never found it, if the love was true and scarce her husband would have never left her and divorced her. Jeon never felt that scarce love with anyone and he longs for that love and partner who will be hard to find and will be able to stay beside him when things get hard.

When one wants to love and be loved, another wants nothing to do with relationships and love. How will destiny make them fall in love? Falling in love be the happy ending of their story? Did Enya and Jeon have to fight for their love or they will easily get their happily ever after!?

When it comes to his sister, Zayn Richardson has no restraint.
He doesn’t warn twice. And he sure as hell doesn’t forgive.
Ashleigh was adopted into his family, already broken by life.
Zayn was meant to be her shield.
And he was.
But somewhere along the way, that protection turned into something else.
Something far more dangerous.

LUSTS OF THE FLESH is a story about two people who see the line of morality, understand it perfectly, and choose to cross it anyway.
Because some bonds don't fade or break when they’re forbidden.
They burn even more fiercely.

READER ADVISORY
Mature content.
Expect strong language and a male lead who expresses approximately 70% of his feelings through profanity.
Zayn swears a lot.
If vulgar vocabulary offends you, this may not be the book for you, because “fucking hell” is practically his love language.
He does not believe in filtering himself.

You've been warned.

When Claire Marco enters Damian’s world, she’s just trying to get to the bottom of her father’s mysterious death. The powerful and arrogant mafia king offers her a chilling deal: marry him for six months, and he’ll spill the secrets she’s been dying to uncover. But this bargain comes with a steep cost. Her freedom, her pride, and maybe even her heart.

Damian doesn’t believe in love. He lives for control, obsession, and power. To him, Claire is just another pawn in his game, beautiful, compliant, and a bit broken. But what starts as a simple game of possession takes a dangerous turn filled with passion and betrayal.

Because some secrets won’t stay buried. And hearts can’t be tied down by contracts.